The villain is ruthless

Chapter 435 Romantic (Thirteen)

The next two groups played quickly, and after fierce screening, four more people stood on the waiting seats.

When it was Luis' turn to play, the audience was in a state of excitement, because the questions given by the judges were different, and they had already seen too many surprises.

As for what kind of performance Louis, who almost won the best actor, will give, everyone is secretly looking forward to it.

Jiang Zhu quietly glanced at the four of them, then turned to meet the man's quiet and deep eyes.

She nodded towards the man without changing her face, and a gleam of light flashed across Louis's gray eyes, as if he had been injected with vitality, instantly stimulating all the activities in his body.

The title she gave was "The Truth".

What kind of twist can be called the truth?

What kind of story can restore the truth?

What kind of ending can live up to her expectations?

Louis secretly clenched his fists, feeling impatient.

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A man in an old windbreaker walked into the convenience store. He looked tired, with a hint of red in the corners of his eyes, and he didn't look well.

The cashier of the convenience store is a part-time college student, young and beautiful, wearing a well-fitting overalls, looking at the man with a smile on his face, "Sir, do you need any help?"

The clerk had a gentle voice, with clean eyes as if she could speak, but the man didn't notice her appearance. He rushed to the wine cabinet, fetched a bottle of cheap beer, and staggered to the counter before paying attention. Seeing the girl's appearance, his eyes were dazed, and the corners of his mouth moved after a while, "How much?"

The clerk was a little frightened by his look, shrank slightly, and then said a number.

The man frowned when he heard this, and took a few coins from his pocket to her. The clerk was secretly relieved when he saw this, and was about to put the coins into the cash register, but the man did not leave immediately, but raised his hand and leaned against the counter Looking at the clerk's face, there was a strange excitement in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

Unexpectedly, he would keep pestering himself here without leaving after buying something, the clerk suddenly became vigilant, "I, my name is Rowling, sir, it's late now, you should go home."

"I don't have a home." The man shook his head, looked at her, and let out a low laugh in his throat, as if he saw something that made him happy. "The woman I like died a few years ago."

The clerk's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this, "Sir, even so, you shouldn't disturb my work."

"She died in a car accident." The man whispered, with a pair of brown eyes showing on his bearded face, "At that time, she was still a high school student, and she liked to wear a blue plaid skirt and carry a black schoolbag every day. With a ponytail on her head..."

"She's not bad in her studies. Among the group of young people who don't want to make progress, she has always maintained her excellent grades."

"I fell in love with her at first sight."

The man looked dazed, immersed in the beautiful past.

The clerk's expression became impatient, obviously he didn't like to hear such boring things.

"Sir, people die every day in the world, and it's more normal to die in a car accident." She said.

"Yeah," the man raised his head, his brown eyes showed deep approval, "It is true that people die every day in the world, I shouldn't be too sad."

"Indeed." The clerk said.

"When she died, she collapsed in front of the museum where we met. She was a restless girl. She always liked to walk around every weekend. She was seen in the streets and alleys of the whole city A. She said she would take I went to the museum to see "Woman with an Umbrella", which is a very famous painting, the artist spent most of his life painting his wife, they were once in love."

The clerk became more and more impatient. She didn't know what the painting "Woman Holding an Umbrella" was. She just wanted the man in front of her to leave as soon as possible. He had seriously affected her mood.

It's really bad luck for the night shift to meet such guests.

"I went to see the "Woman Holding an Umbrella" today." The man seemed not to notice the impatience of the clerk, and said slowly, "I don't like it. It's not because the painting is bad. I just don't like painters."

"What do you dislike about painters?" The clerk sneered, "By virtue of your identity, no matter what kind of painters you have, there is no difference in front of you." After all, he has no right to judge them.

The man has a very good temper, he was not offended by the clerk at all, and even smiled gently, "You're not right, I don't like him because his wife accompanied him and died after suffering a lot. Make a new love."

The clerk was speechless for a moment, wanting to refute him, but couldn't find the right words.

"I don't like this," the man shook his head, as if he looked down on such a person, "If I love someone, let alone give her a good life, even if she wants the stars in the sky, I will pick them off for her."

The clerk suddenly laughed, "Just because of your status? Sir, you are really drunk."

The man ignored her, "After going to the museum, I bought a bunch of margaritas and went to the cemetery. Today is her memorial day."

For some reason, the clerk's heart skipped a beat.

"Today...today?" She asked uncertainly, "Are you sure it's today?"

"Of course." The man took a big sip of beer and said with a smile, "It was that year and today, she also said that she would marry me when she went to college in the future."

"Her...what's her name?" The clerk's eyes trembled slightly, and his tone was obviously strange.

"I never tell anyone her name," the man sighed softly, "No one is entitled to hear her name except me."

The clerk froze, and was about to ask something more, when two noisy young men walked in outside the door, and one of them stopped his companion suddenly——

"Today is the ninth?"

"That's right," my companion replied naturally, "October [-]th, why is your memory so bad?"

"No," the man said, "If I remember correctly, October [-]th is a special day. On the [-]th, I will definitely avenge my beloved woman tonight."

The companion froze for a moment, quickly realized what he meant, and suddenly realized, "It is indeed tonight. I don't know where he is now, and how he will end this revenge."

"I hope he won't be caught by the police," the boy smiled slyly. He didn't mention the executioner's fear at all, and he was even a little excited. "Things were so big back then, No. [-] would never let it go like this."

"Okay," the companion took a bottle of drink and handed it to him, "Hurry up and go back to school, you won't be able to get in later."

"Okay," the boy reluctantly took the drink to the counter, looked at the beautiful clerk, and then at the lazy and down-and-out man, his expression changed slightly, and he asked the clerk if he needed help.

The clerk nodded abruptly, wanting them to drive the man away, but the man said softly, "There was no snow on October [-] this year, and she likes the day when it snows the most."

(End of this chapter)